The Blue Wingback Chair Poem by Rose Marie Juan-austin
The Blue Wingback Chair
The blue wingback chair
Nestled into the corner
Of our living room
So old and worn out
A part of my life
As far as I can remember.
It was my stronghold
When I was a child
The punishment chair
For my misdeeds
It was where I cried
The tear marks
Are constant reminders
Of my childhood years.
I can still recall
I could lie for ages
Wrapped in a cocoon
Of soft blue silk
And the wonderful memories
Of yesteryears.
But how can I forget
The best memory I have ever had
In the blue wingback chair
It has been etched
In my mind
Forever.
Whenever I remember
My first kiss
In the blue wingback chair
It evokes pleasure
Of knowing the first real taste
Of pure unfettered desire
With my first love.
O, this is so lovely! No matter how many other memories that chair evokes, the last stanza is the perfect closure: and the greatest of all memories!
Things hold memories like soft cocoons of blue silk. I wonder when it pass to someone else will it still hold the essence of you. A beautiful and thoughtful write 10 ++
A beautiful poem and beautifully well written and presented Rose Marie. A poem that reaches in and touches every readers heart and soul. 10+ and I wish you well and keep writing, keep writing.
So the chair has good and bad memories for you. At first I thought it a sad chair, where you were punished but then it became a lovers chair so happy endings.
This is a wonderful poem with delicate poetic expression! The last stanza is utterly fascinating! My pleasure revisiting this fabulous poem!
A most beautiful poem, full of memories, the saddest occurrences but also the sweetest one: your first kiss with your first love, wow, that's truly a greatest moment to remember, I am so shy that I am blushing while reading this tenderly worded poem.That memory forever etched in your mind, how touching and sweetest rendered.10+++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 10:06:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wrapped in a cocoon Of soft blue silk......poetically rendered. This wonderful poem brings me back to my childhood. I could still recall our worn-out rocking chair. Thank you Rose for a piece of nostalgia.
Thank you so.much for the great comment, Aya. I am so pleased I was able to evoke such nostalgia.